Miscalculation- (noun) the act of calculating or judging incorrectly; something that is unforeseen when previous machinations have been put into play after careful consideration.

Transgression- (noun) a violation of a law, command, etc. or a sin; something that has been forbidden but done anyway.


Chapter One: Transgression

Xerxes Break pouted, licking absently at the strawberry lollipop in his mouth. He hadn't particularly wanted to come into town today, but Sharon had insisted, saying something like "It was good for him to get some exercise every once in a while" or "He should go get some sun on his skin" or some other stupid idea like that. He was just fine staying in the mansion and taking care of Sharon, and besides, he got plenty of exercise or whatever the hell the woman had wanted for him when he was out manipulating his pawns into place, thank you very much!

Okay, he'd just admit it: He was more than likely just a tad more irritable than usual because he was sexually deprived. Sure, he'd been like that ever since he came out of the Abyss all those years ago, but it hadn't occurred to him to miss sex until recently and only then because Gilbert and Oz had given in to their mutual lust and were now sleeping with each other. Slightly put out with himself for dwelling on that topic again, he snapped his lollipop cleanly off the stick and began sucking on it as he walked, careful to avoid bumping into people and perhaps causing him to accidentally choke on his treat. He would have just turned around and gone back to the Reinsworth mansion since Sharon hadn't given him any task in particular to do except for the fact that she had instructed the carriage not to pick him up for a few hours more and threatened that if she got an inkling that he had returned before the specified time, she would deprive him of his treats for a month and then kill him with her fan. Since he'd rather not have to go out of his way over the next month simply for some sweets, he had decided to put up with the momentary inconvenience of being abandoned in the city.

"Chess! Chess-kun, where did you go? Chess!" The call of such a strange name caught Break's attention, so he raised his gaze around to scour the street for the source. This was revealed to be a young boy with long coppery hair tied back into a ponytail that fell over his back in long waves, panic on the face that looked no older than Oz. The boy was darting about like a bird, pausing every now and again to frantically look about his surroundings before moving on. He had a collarless black shirt on, one that carefully traced every curve of his torso but cutting off strangely around his bicep, circling around it in a manner that brought it to a point on his elbow, and then there was the white corselet dress with the black laces around him, finished off with a pair of riding boots, both black with white laces, and spotless white gloves.

He was quite a pretty little thing, Break mused to himself, but with so much contrast about him, he was obviously caught up in his own little world of petty concerns. Suddenly, in a split second, he realized that the other was about to step out into the middle of the bustling roadway where a coach was clattering down the way, the horses being whipped mercilessly and obviously in no way prepared to stop for the haphazard moron who was stupid enough to get in their way. The silver-haired man sighed, reaching out a single hand to grasp a single black-clad shoulder and yank on it hard, bringing a lithe warmth to his own chest. "You should keep a better eye on yourself," he grumbled half-heartedly over the loud clatter of iron on stone. "I won't always be here to save you, after all."

Wide eyes, one of royal blue and the other of sea green, met him. "Th- Thank you," he stuttered in a moment Break couldn't call anything but cute. "I wasn't paying attention."

He hummed. "I figured as much, but what could prey on your mind so heavily so as to make you so distracted, ne~?" The lilting tone to his voice made them seem more suggestive than they were supposed to be, but he was honestly curious.

"My cat," the redhead answered quickly, obviously identifying the initial stutter as a result of his surprise from the close brush to death he'd had rather than a habit, something Break found reassuring. A stutter was endearing every once in a while, but he hated it when someone stuttered too often, it was a major turn-off for him. "My pet cat ran off earlier, and I was out looking for him. You see, he's quite powerful, but he's prone to overestimating or underestimating himself, so I have to try to keep himself out of trouble."

"I'm sure you'll find him," Break assured, idly wondering how this beauty had ended up with two different-colored eyes and ones that were such a more pleasing combination than that of Vincent Nightray. Ugh, the gold was pretty enough, but the red paired with it… sickening. "After all, for all their swagger, cats really are the most cowardly of creatures."

To his surprise, the redhead merely laughed. "By your standards, but then again, I think you really are the kind of person to think no one brave." The mismatched eyes grew sly then, and in one sudden movement, Break no longer had someone in his arms anymore. "I, however, beg to disagree, so if that is all, I must thank you again for saving my life and continue my search for Chess."

If someone had asked him why he did it, he doubted he would have been able to give them an answer. His hand darted out, grabbing the other's shoulder and yanking him back to him again, the line of a spine pressing down the center of his chest and pattering down to just above his crotch. "Not so fast," he instructed, then sunk back into his playful demeanor again. "I'm not quite done with you yet, little one~."

"Oh really?" the redhead asked, turning his head slightly to show his single blue eye and cause the silveret's breath to huff enticingly over his ear. "Then what is it you plan to do to me?"

"Not much," Break replied, leaning forward slightly to nibble the other's ear. "And you'd enjoy every second of it."

"How would I know I can believe you?" The ear was pulled out of his touch, instead replaced with the other one, which Break was more than happy to continue the ministrations upon as light emerald orbs scoured him. "After all, people lie all the time to take advantage of naïve fools."

"True," Break admitted, playing soft cartilage with his teeth the same way he would a lollipop, albeit with harmless intentions in mind this time since it would not do for him to break his new toy before he'd even gotten a chance to play with it. "The difference between me and those others you speak of… is that I will admit that I'm just using you… and am perfectly fine with you just using me too."

The redhead seemed to consider the matter for a long moment, tilting his head slightly to give the silveret better access to his ear. "Hmm… As tempting as that offer is, I'm going to have to pass it up. I don't indulge in things without a sampling of what I'm settling with before I decide."

So he wants a taste does he? the silveret thought, smirking as he used the momentum of the other's second escape attempt to yank him around in a spin and smash their lips together. Break wasted no time in making the kiss chaste, nipping harshly on a bottom lip to provoke a gasp that opened up a hot mouth for his tongue to dart inside, plundering the cavern for all it had to offer. He wasn't surprised at the few moans he managed to swallow into his own mouth, but what did surprise him was the fact the tongue twisting around his own skillfully, eliciting a moan from himself as well before he pulled away. After all, he had only promised a sample and nothing more.

Cheeks were endearingly flushed beneath mismatched eyes as a lithe chest heaved for breath. Both were strokes to the elder man's ego, but the moment he liked best was when warm fingers closed around his wrist and began towing him through the city streets. He snickered, unwrapping a lollipop expertly with his free hand. "Eager for more then, ne~?" The visible skin beneath the waterfall of copper darkened, which made him chuckle again before he stuck his lollipop into his mouth.

To his surprise, he was suddenly whirled around to be pinned against a door, feeling lips caressing his own mercilessly before the wood yielded beneath his weight, sending the both of them toppling to the carpet flooring. For a brief moment, the silver-haired male contemplated scolding the younger boy but decided against it since he wasn't seriously injured and the eager, albeit subconscious, thrusting against his upturned leg was sexy. A flick of his wrist got rid of the hair tie, leaving him free to run his fingers through the smooth copper locks.

After a little while of making out, he grew tired of forcing his back to lie straight against the floor, so he trailed his hands down to the other boy's ass, planting one there and the other just above it on the tailbone so that he could heft his lover up into his arms and pick him up, taking a subtle sigh of relief when strong thighs wound around his waist to clench around him, distributing the majority of the weight on his stronger hips rather than in his arms, which weren't exactly weak but were by no means adequate to support another body in addition to the strain he already put upon his body from the Contracts he'd made with his Chains, both Albus and the Mad Hatter. "Which one's the bedroom?" he asked, striding through the little nook to determine fairly easily that it was a one-floor boarding house that was all the rage in the city at the moment.

"First one on your left," the redhead murmured, occupying himself with removing the older's cravat and unbuttoning the shirt just enough to be able to nibble on a succulent piece of collarbone. "It may not be the neatest room, but it's mine and it has a bed."

"I should hope so," the silveret chuckled, "though I must admit, it would be kinky if it wasn't." Amusement flared through him at the pause in the attention being administered to the crook of his chest. "Hmm, perhaps another time." He had to stretch to nudge the door high enough up to simply push it open rather than break it down, but he could tell it was appreciated by the gentle hum against his flesh as he carried the younger over the threshold.

The room indeed wasn't as neat as the average one in the Reinsworth mansion. In fact, Break supposed it was similar to his own with the books and papers cluttering the three shoulder-height bookcases and pretty much every other flat surface in the place except for the bed (though Break would have to admit that his own quarters spared quite a bit of space for his tins of sweets, and the books and papers would have been some of the latest information Pandora had about the Abyss). Still, he didn't bother for more than a cursory inspection of the room, instead choosing to drop the squirming warmth in his arms onto the bed and then dipping down to kiss the life out of him.

A hand fisted in his collar, yanking him down onto the bed so he was straddling the copper-haired boy who was smirking into the kiss as the hand dipped lower to begin undoing more buttons of that lavender shirt. Break wouldn't stand for that, so he swiftly pinned both of the younger's hands down to the bed, stretching them above the crimson waterfall. "The shirt stays," he instructed firmly, then gave a mischievous smile. "Anything else is all yours though~."

"That sounds fair," the redhead agreed, leaning up to steal a quick kiss as his hands were released, and indeed he held true to his word, skipping over the shirt to instead undo the white coat and providing no resistance to the fingers that fumbled at his black laces before the white corselet was discarded. The next to go were the black boots with the white laces and the white ones with the black straps and the purple hems, a moment devoted to throwing off the black shirt and then beginning to suckle at a single perked nipple. The younger boy let out a sharp cry at the wet heat surrounding a sensitive part of his anatomy, squirming in pleasure as he plucked almost pleadingly at Break's waistband, having trouble with the simple button to the fancy black pants. Deciding to humor the request (and because he had been more than ready to lose the constriction around his erection at the removal of that corselet to the sight of the black panties with the white lace trim), he reached a hand down to undo the button holding the other back, well aware of the hardened heat his wrist brushed against with the action.

Break had to pause for a moment to bring his hand back up to his mouth, yanking off his glove with his teeth before waggling the digits in front of the other male's face. "Suck," he commanded softly, a playful smirk on his face.

Mismatched eyes lit up at the word, the only warning the silveret received before a moist heat latched onto his heat, laving the phalanges with busy little licks even as a gentle suction had him forcing back a moan at the thought of that talented mouth on somewhere other than his fingers. To help himself stave off the urge, he dipped down to begin paying attention to the other nipple, determined to redden it like its companion. Upon deeming his fingers were wet enough for his tastes, he pulled them out and moved them to the other boy's entrance, pushing one inside without warning as his other hand fell to stroking the erection that stood underneath the soft cotton panties.

He received a long, low keen for his efforts, a sound equal parts pain and pleasure as hips rolled back into his hand and down into his hand. Taking the reaction as encouragement, he only thrusted a few times to get the other used to the sensation before he added a second finger, this time scissoring the digits apart as he moved, flicking his fingers in a few different ways to try to find the spot he knew would make the redhead even more of a needy mess. Of course, he managed to lose what was left of his patience before he'd located it, so he decided to bring his last finger in to help with the search, the new addition luckily managing to land right on the far edge of the prostate with the first insertion.

"Oh~!" the younger cried, his head tipping back at the feeling, mismatched eyes hidden by paper-white eyelids with their copper streaks of lashes. A playful smirk took over Break's face as he began playing with the weak point he'd found, pleased that he'd found such a sensitive partner if the pleading bucking of those curved hips was anything to go by. "Nya, just hurry up already!" the boy cried, his hands clawing at the silveret's back.

"If you insist~," the elder replied with a chuckle, flicking his hand free and pulling off his underwear before he settled himself more decisively between the spread legs that had hooked themselves around his hips. When he slid himself in completely with one thrust, he only received a brief whimper for his troubles before the other boy began wiggling his hips against him impatiently. "You're very selfish, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically, deciding to humor the younger by beginning to thrust straight where he was fairly certain the prostate was. He had been correct if the renewed scratching of his shoulders and back was anything to go by.

With how tight his partner's velveteen walls were around him, Break knew he wouldn't last long, especially with all the delicious cries coming from kiss-swollen lips. He went down, huffing his breath over the redhead's parted lips in a quiet warning, not quite expecting to be pushed away. "Honestly, do I have to do everything myself?" the boy huffed, rolling himself up onto all fours and then glaring daggers at his stunned lover as he waggled his ass pointedly. "Well are you going to continue soundly fucking me or am I going to have to finish this myself?"

"No, no, that would be terribly rude," Break murmured softly, shifting around so that he was on his knees instead of on his ass. He then draped himself over his lover, his arms on either side of his partner's as he inserted himself back into that wonderful heat. The redhead mewled, head arching up as his shoulders rolled inwards. This position was so much better, allowing him to piston in so much deeper and eliciting so many more yelps and whines from the writhing mess beneath the silver-haired male. It was only an afterthought that he dropped his hand to the younger's erection, but he was glad he'd thought to do it when the copper-haired boy let out a low keen and arched his back needily.

It didn't take all too long for the smaller boy to cum, letting out a weak yowl before his arms, which had been shaking from the force Break was putting into his thrusts, gave out, sending his torso toppling to the bed with his ass still propped lewdly in the air by his knees. The sudden tightening of his sheath proved too much, and the Pandora agent joined his partner in nirvana, his own back arching as his single eye rolled back in his head before he fell on top of his temporary lover, his chest heaving with the aftermath of how much effort he'd put into the sex.

A single unsteady arm came up to push him off, though that was immediately bellied by a cold nose searching for warmth in the silveret's collarbone. Break stiffened in confusion, his brow furrowing as he looked down, but the mismatched orbs were already hidden and showed no intention of revealing themselves. Out of all the times he'd had sex, never before had anyone wanted to curl up beside him; it was always the sex and then he'd been kicked out to recover in his own quarters. Still, it was obvious that this time was different: the boy was already asleep, breath huffing smoothly over his skin, and with the arms wrapped securely around his waist, he doubted he'd be going anywhere anytime soon. Hmm… I suppose it wouldn't be a bad thing to take a break for a little while… he mused, letting his eye slip closed and falling asleep quickly.


The black cat nosed open his cat door, padding into his home daintily. His nose wrinkled at the reek of sex, but underneath that, whose scent was that? Whiskers bristling with indignation, he trotted through the hallway to the door that had been left open a crack, finding it an easy task to maneuver his slender body around the wood, and had to restrain a hiss at the sight of his human curled up with another male, asleep on the bed. His eyes narrowed, and he jumped up onto the mattress, stalking over to the man with the silver hair, fully intending to club him on the head with a single paw. He raised his foreleg to do so before he paused, letting his paw dangle in the air while he thought. It would not do for his human to find out he was rude to a guest, unwelcome or otherwise, and swatting someone awake by all means qualified as rude. Instead, he shifted to the side, dangling his tail over the intruder's nose and insistently twitching it until he heard a groan from the unresponsive lump beside his precious human. Satisfied with the results, he let out a mew and jumped back down, deciding to reward himself by raiding the cupboard for a couple of the treats he knew were kept up there supposedly out of his reach.

Break groaned, rubbing at his eye as he shifted, trying to wake up. His back was a little sore, but that was a forgivable ill since he was warmer than he had been in months, he really would have to remember to thank Sharon for whatever it is she did to help him. Wait a minute, he wasn't at the Reinsworth mansion, he was at some boy's apartment, so that would mean- He twisted, turning his sole red eye onto the boy in his arms with the copper hair that fell to the bottom of his rib cage, his arms a deal looser than they were an hour earlier. Scowling at himself—he could not afford to go soft now dammit!—Break squirmed his way out of the embrace he was in. It took him a moment to put himself back together, most of which was spent fishing his pants off the ceiling fan, but after he was dressed, he only spared a glance over his shoulder at his lover before he left the room.

There, in the hallway between him and the door, sat a black cat that, if the silveret hadn't known better, he would've said was glaring at him with hatred in its eyes. "Stupid furball," he muttered under his breath, sauntering towards the exit as if the animal wasn't there. Not his wisest move, for the creature hissed and gave him a good scratch along the leg and shooting off into the boy's bedroom before retaliation could be made. Break let out a low growl—this was why he hated cats, they did nothing to endear themselves to him—but departed none the less. He needed some candy, and if he was lucky, Sharon would be worried because he'd been gone so long and never make him do this ever again.


"A new partner?" Break echoed incredulously, a single eyebrow raised. "I thought I had made it clear that I work alone, Duke Barma."

"That you had," the man agreed, "and we have let that go since there was never really anyone we believed could properly handle both your Chain and you yourself." The man paused here, a look of mild disdain written across his face. "However, with the Baskervilles becoming more active as of late, we have no choice. For the moment, we must place our attempts at gaining the last Gate on hold and instead focus on the problem that is the Baskervilles themselves. They are growing bolder, and we cannot have that."

"What do you want me to do about that?" the silveret scoffed. "I am hardly powerful enough to take out an entire organization on my own, and you know that as well as I do, Duke Barma."

"Tell me, Kevin," the noble stated, earning himself a scowl for the unwanted reminder of the past, "have you ever heard of a Cardcaptor?"

"Bits and pieces of folklore," Break replied. "I've heard that they have possession of knowledge from past incarnations, that they can summon forth great powers from inanimate objects, and that the source of their powers seems to be steeped in fortune-telling arts." If it had been anyone else, he would have added a playful comment here, but Duke Barma was one that he would never act so childishly for since it did nothing to benefit him.

"Hmmm, I'm impressed, that's above-average knowledge for someone outside of the inner circle of the Dukes." Barma tossed his hair over his shoulder. "The point is, however, that their powers are deeply seated in the Abyss. Exactly how much so is something we aren't certain of yet, but the point remains that they are definitely powerful allies to have."

"I doubt that you have managed to find one, Duke Barma," Break said, pouting. "After all, the folklore also said the last family disappeared close to five hundred years ago."

"The last family," Barma corrected. "There are rumors of individuals still existing, and our intelligence is confident that the Baskervilles are quite interested in their powers." The corners of his lips turned up then in the slightest hint of a self-satisfied smirk. "This is where you come in. We have managed to find someone who could easily pass himself off as a Cardcaptor."

"I'm not babysitting someone just to suit your own devices, Duke Barma," Break stated, crossing his arms petulantly.

"And you won't need to," the aristocrat replied. "Colt is a Contractor whose Chain is both a good fighter and an ideal companion to your own. We considered perhaps pairing him with Vincent Nightray and the Dormouse should you refuse him, but considering that this is perhaps the first powerful Chain with teleportation powers that we've managed to find a Contractor for who was also willing to join Pandora, we were hoping that you would be able to use your Hatter with him. It would even help further the illusion of having a Cardcaptor by placing such a dangerous man so close to another so suddenly."

Break scowled. The reasoning was sound enough, and as much as he hated the prospect of being tied to someone else, he refused to allow this Colt to be led to slaughter by being partnered to the sewer rat. "Fine, I'll do it, but I will choose when and where we take missions."

"We can abide by that," Duke Barma answered, stopping before one of the private meeting rooms. "Colt is in here with his Chain. We told him to expect you."

The single red eye narrowed in dislike. "Never assume I will do anything you want me to do, Duke Barma," the silveret growled, subconsciously tugging on his Chain until he recognized the familiar drain on his energy and put a stop to it. Sighing heavily, he threw open the doors with a cheerful smile plastered on his face. "Hello Colt-kun~!"

In a movement that was too quick for him to follow, Break suddenly found himself pinned to the wall by one massive black paw around his throat. "I'll kill you for what you did to my master!" a familiar voice yowled in fury.

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you, 'fraidy cat?" the silveret hissed in reply, bringing up his walking stick and slamming it into the Chain's belly. "And that's no way to greet someone, Cheshire. How rude."

The neko boy glared up at him from where he was hunched over, clutching his stomach. "Like you're one to talk, Hatter!" he hissed, bristling.

"Cheshire," a third voice called, a familiar one, "calm down. I know that Xerxes Break was the one who took your bell from you and caused the destruction of your territory, but that's no excuse to attack him."

It can't be.

"But Colt!" the cat Chain whined, ears drooping.

I refuse to believe it.

"No buts," the Contractor replied, not taking his gaze off the game of solitaire he was playing on the long table. "I will not have you killing my new partner and that's that."

The world may be a small place, but I refuse to believe it's this small.

"Yes Colt," Cheshire replied in a tone that clearly stated he was sulking as he padded over to the boy in the leather chair that was taller than he was, sitting on the floor beside in and purring slightly when a single hand came down to rub his ears.

Fate has always had a cruel sense of irony when it comes to me, but it can't be so to this degree, it simply can't be.

Mismatched eyes, one sea green and the other sky blue, lifted to meet a single red counterpart as a playful smile took over rose-colored lips. "Hello again, Xerxes Break."


Die: All right, this is my first Pandora Hearts fic, so don't kill me for anyone being OOC.

Break: *climbs out of the cabinet* Black Die does not own Pandora Hearts, so don't sue her. She'll likely unleash her Chain on you if you do~!

Die: Please remember to review, and I will be putting up a poll on my profile involving this story, so remember to vote on it if you want to see more of this. I'M NOT CONTINUING UNTIL I GET ENOUGH VOTES FOR A DEFINITIVE ANSWER FOR IT!

Break: And last, but certainly not least, I hope your Valentine's Day is filled with shooting happy couples with arrows!